Chapter 312

What stood before me was a wax figure, nearly identical to me in size and detail. The craftsmanship was so precise, it felt unnatural—every detail, even the texture of the skin, looked real.

But it was the eyes that caught my attention the most. They seemed alive, just like mine.

No artist, no matter how skilled, could create eyes this convincing. They had to be real eyes.

And then I realized—the